Zhi’er lowered her head, stretching out her two little hands, and carefully scrutinized with her cute furrowed brows.
"Let me see." She reached out her chubby little hands.
Comparing them with the marks on Feng Fuce’s clothes.
The little one blinked her big eyes quickly: "It’s really my handprint!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Who else could it be then?"
Zhi’er pouted, showing innocence on her soft pink face.
"You can’t blame Zhi’er, Brother Ce was the one who came over to hold my hand just now."
Feng Fuce’s breath grew heavy.
His thin eyes were icy, staring at the little rascal playing tricks in front of him.
Ungrateful little rascal.
Wasn’t he just taking care of her?
At this moment, a 200-tael silver note was handed over by a hand in front of Feng Fuce.
He glanced down at the money and then looked to the right.
Zhi’er’s brothers hadn’t left yet.
The fourth son, Bai Daoyan, had a gentle and elegant appearance, but his tone carried a determined protective stance for his sister.
"My sister dirtied the Marquis’s clothes; I compensate on behalf of her."
"These 200 taels should be enough. Please, Marquis, accept it."
Feng Fuce replied coldly with a faint brow: "I don’t lack money."
He worked for Bai Xilie, Bai Xilie rewarded him with countless treasures and gold and silver.
Money, he had plenty.
Bai Daoyan didn’t expect Feng Fuce to say this.
Who would turn down free silver?
Feng Fuce’s outfit, while looking expensive, at most wouldn’t exceed 100 taels.
Now, he offered 200 taels, yet he wouldn’t accept?
Fourth Young Master Bai Daoyan kept his composure, steadily took out another 200-tael silver note.
"What about now? Would the Marquis accept it?"
Four hundred taels, can’t believe he still refuses!
Feng Fuce didn’t even glance at the silver notes.
Only at the corner of his thin lips, a cold smile appeared.
"Fourth Young Master, you underestimate me too much."
This was outright disrespectful.
Bai Daoyan furrowed his brow, looking at the deep, dark eyes of Feng Fuce; the tension between them was rather intense.
Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu couldn’t help but step forward, saying: "Marquis Wan, my brother sincerely offers to compensate on our sister’s behalf. If you keep dragging this out, if the situation escalates, neither side will have face."
Feng Fuce looked at Bai Yaoyu, sneering: "How does the Third Young Master plan to escalate this situation?"
The handsome contours of his long eyes were full of a contemptuous arrogance.
Bai Yaoyu didn’t expect him to ask this.
He immediately furrowed his sword-like brow, eyes filled with rolling dissatisfaction and fiery anger.
Fifth Young Master Bai Fengqing quietly went to Zhi’er’s side.
He whispered, "Not good, sister, it seems like they might fight."
Zhi’er, however, tilted her little face up, completely ignoring what he said.
Just eagerly looked at them and in a childish voice said: "If he doesn’t want it, give it to me."
Bai Yaoyu and Bai Daoyan both froze.
They looked down at Zhi’er.
The little one’s eyes gleamed brightly looking at the two silver notes.
"I’ll keep them for Brother Fu Ce; when he wants to spend, I’ll give them to him!"
After saying that, as if trying to persuade them.
Zhi’er earnestly promised: "I absolutely won’t use this money to buy beggar chicken, roast duck, braised goose, four happiness meatballs, or candied hawthorn!"
Fifth Young Master Bai Fengqing couldn’t hold it in first, bursting into laughter.
"Sister! This is not the time for your money-loving ways!"
Zhi’er stood on tiptoe, reaching for the silver notes.
"With so much money, I could buy lots and lots of delicious food!"
The little one suddenly realized she let slip.
Hurriedly turned her bright black eyes.
"I mean, to help Brother Fuce buy delicious food."
Fourth Young Master Bai Daoyan smiled helplessly: "Sister, brother can give you more; this belongs to Marquis Wan."
"You dirtied his clothes, we are a well-mannered family, can’t not compensate."